Chapter 51: Similarity

The second-generation disciples of the Xuedaomen, headed by Baoxiang, are not weak in martial arts at all. In the original book, Ding Dian thought that he would suffer losses if he confronted them head-on, so he deliberately adopted sneak attack tactics to win.

Song Qingshu didn't dare to be careless at all. With a shock of internal strength, the wooden sword flew out from his back, accompanied by a dragon's chant.

Baoxiang and the others were taken aback. Song Qingshu took advantage of their loss of consciousness and stepped on the seven stars, leaving only an afterimage, "Papa papa!" In pain, the bloody knives in his hands fell to the ground one after another, and he looked up in horror. Song Qingshu had returned to the original place, and the wooden sword had been sheathed again.

It turned out that Song Qingshu, as a modern person, was not used to injuring more people for a while. Just now, he just hit the acupoints on the wrists of several people with the blade of his sword, making them unable to recover their combat power in a short time.

"Grandma is a bear!" Patriarch Xuedao was taken aback, "This little bastard's martial arts is better than grandpa's, so it's hard to handle now."

Wei Xiaobao on the side was even more dumbfounded, and trembled all over: "This is the master. If you have his backing, what kind of queen mother, old witch, what kind of god dragon Hong leader, what kind of teacher's nephew Chengguan... It's a fart."

Song Qingshu was very satisfied with Wei Xiaobao's reaction, because he originally planned to take advantage of Wei Xiaobao's influence, so he naturally needed to shock him with his own strength.

The ancestor of Xuedao was caught in a dilemma. He was determined to win this trip, but the other party's martial arts were obviously higher than his own. He looked down and saw the expectant eyes of his disciples, and was shocked: "If you retreat without fighting this time, Grandpa's prestige will definitely Big loss, these white-eyed wolves may have some idea."

After making up his mind, the Blood Knife Patriarch stabbed with his toe, and a few tiles quickly hit Wei Xiaobao, who was watching the play. Hearing the sound of breaking wind, if he was hit, even if Wei Xiaobao had a treasure armor to protect his body, he would still be seriously injured.

Song Qingshu was startled, Wei Xiaobao is of great use to him now, he can't let him have any damage, he hastened his luck from the dantian to the points on the back of the shoulder, the qi went away from the yin sway meridian and yin wei meridian, stretched out his hands, and used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing The "Double Dragons Fetching Water" in the palm forcefully sucked the flying tiles from the air.

"This kid's internal strength is really terrifying." The blood knife patriarch thought in a flash, and while Song Qingshu was saving Wei Xiaobao, he made a leap, brandishing the blood knife in his hand and slashing towards the immobile Shui Sheng.

Everyone in the arena thought that he would take this opportunity to assassinate Wei Xiaobao, but who knew that he would instead slash at a delicate little girl with such a ruthless knife!

Song Qingshu also turned pale with fright, and hurriedly used his kung fu to jump high, and a flying dragon hit the blood knife ancestor's back from the sky.

The ancestor of Xuedao showed a tricky smile. It turned out that his attack on Shui Sheng seemed fierce, but in fact he left nine points of strength. He was sure that a young man like Song Qingshu couldn't bear the heart of a beautiful girl being split into two pieces , will definitely come to rescue in a hurry, but the loopholes created by the hasty luck gave the blood knife ancestor an opportunity to take advantage of.

With a flip of his wrist, the blood knife in his hand swung back from bottom to top. Song Qingshu was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart. He saw that the ancestor of the blood knife slashed at Shui Sheng quickly and urgently. Fearing that the rescue would not be enough, he mobilized all his strength to attack the ancestor of the blood knife From behind, I thought he had to turn to the left and right to avoid it, but he had already reserved his strength and waited for him to come to the door. The backhand knife instantly reached his lower abdomen.

Hastily used the ladder cloud vertically, let the body move a few feet out of nowhere in the impossible, and avoided the cut off knife, until his feet landed on the ground, his legs were still chilly, and he was very grateful in his heart, " I was almost forced to practice evil-proofing swordsmanship."

The ancestor of Xuedao secretly cried out that it is a pity that such a great opportunity did not hurt him. Looking at the officers and soldiers of the Song Dynasty who came from a distance, he knew that what happened today was impossible, so he turned around and smiled: "Your Excellency is good at martial arts, next time I have a chance to do it again." Let's fight it out." After speaking, he started his lightness kung fu and flew far away.

The Blood Knife monks fled after him. While running away, they were filled with admiration. My master was able to fight this man to a tie, and even gained a slight advantage...

Song Qingshu was secretly annoyed that his actual combat experience was still too bad. This blood knife ancestor really lived up to his reputation. Watching the figure of the blood knife ancestor getting farther and farther away, he is not willing to catch up. If he pushes the blood knife ancestor into a hurry and fights to the death, he really has some fears.

"Xiaobao thanked this hero of the mountains and rivers for saving his life." Wei Xiaobao casually dealt with the officials of the Song Dynasty who came to greet him, and hurriedly ran to Song Qingshu.

"Why do you call me that?" Song Qing's expression was extremely strange.

"The martial arts of the hero are as high as the mountains. With three punches and two kicks, he can beat the members of the Blood Knife disciple to death. What is this if he is not a hero of high mountains and rivers?" Wei Xiaobao flattered him.

Song Qingshu was dumbfounded by him. Although he knew that he was full of lies and usually hated flatterers, but when the other person was flattering him, it felt good...

"I am not a hero of mountains and rivers. My surname is Song and my name is Qingshu." Being praised by him a little, Song Qingshu quickly calmed down and asked, knowingly, "I wonder what your name is?"

"Oh, it turns out that the hero asked me what my surname is," Wei Xiaobao has not made any progress in culture after so many years. Shui Sheng on the side secretly sighed, "My surname is Wei, and my surname is Xiaobao."

"It turned out to be Mr. Wei, the number one warrior in the Qing Dynasty who captured Obei. When I saw him today, he turned out to be a young hero." Song Qingshu made an expression of surprise and admiration.

Song Qingshu's flattery is really not popular. Wei Xiaobao hasn't heard it a thousand times in so many years, but he has heard it eight hundred times.

Wei Xiaobao wouldn't take it to heart if other people said this, but when it was said by the super master in front of him, the effect was greatly different. Wei Xiaobao was very excited when he heard it, and the more he looked at Song Qingshu, the more he liked it.

Rejecting the escort of Song officers and soldiers, Wei Xiaobao warmly invited Song Qingshu to have a drink at the Yuhua Pavilion in front of him. Song Qingshu pretended to refuse, and followed the group to the Yuhua Pavilion after half-assed refusal.

As soon as they sat down, they heard a female voice full of disgust: "They are the same as each other!" It turned out that Shui Sheng was also brought here by Wei Xiaobao's men. In order to look good, they untied her body and of course tapped her acupuncture points. Now, apart from being able to sit at the wine table by herself, she can't lift a bit of strength.

"Who is this girl?" Song Qingshu asked pretending not to know.

Wei Xiaobao chuckled and said, "The woman just now intended to assassinate me. Considering the subsequent actions of those from the Blood Knife Sect, I suspect that she is a spy sent by Mongolia to disturb our sight."

"Shameless!" Shui Sheng was too angry to speak.

"Really?" Song Qingshu smiled half-smile, "It's a bit violent for Mongolia to send such a beautiful chick over."

Everyone at the table burst into laughter, and the laughter was full of obscenity.

"Whore!" Shui Sheng glared at Song Qingshu fiercely. She was originally a little grateful to Song Qingshu for saving her life just now, but when she saw him calling Wei Xiaobao brothers at the table, all her good feelings disappeared immediately.

This time Song Qingshu quit. He sat down next to Shui Sheng with a glass of wine and laughed strangely: "Beauty, you keep calling me a pervert. When did I ever pervert you? Or are you just impatient to be fucked?" Am I a pervert?"